Author's Note: Hi world. You guys reviewed me more, so you all get karma points. Yayyyy for karma! Now then, this chapter is a bit short, but it's still pretty good (I hope), and it also LEAVES OFF AT A CLIFFHANGER! :0
So hope you all enjoy this chapter, whoopee, yay, whatever.
And sorry I disappeared for like a year—I was tied up with school. D:
Disclaimer: No, I don't own South Park. Sucks, doesn't it?
Warnings: Extreme yaoi, possible rape, drug use, alcohol use, and more! You have been warned.
Chapter Four
"Kenny, dude, are you alright? You look horrible."
I weakly lifted my head upwards from my desk, only to find Kyle right in front of me. "Yeah, I'm fine," I murmured through my hood, lying my head back down on the table. Truthfully, I was feeling like shit. Carton had fucking violated me last night, and I couldn't get those damn images out of my mind… couldn't get to sleep either, making me extremely pissed off and angsty.
Kyle looked at me with a frown, sighed, and then walked over to his desk, knowing that I wasn't in the mood to talk right now. And it was good that he left, I really just wanted to lie down on my desk… close my eyes… and sleep, oh, just to go into blissful sleep would be quite amazing!
"Kenny, answer the question already, goddammit!" My eyes snapped open—did I really fall asleep?—and looked up, only to see my teacher Mr. Garrison right above my desk, glaring down at me. Lately, Mr. Garrison's life has been… strange. He had a sex change a few years back, but then changed back into a man when he realized he couldn't have children, meaning he wasn't really a woman… it's a bit confusing, but whatever. South Park itself is confusing, isn't it?
I looked up towards the board, realizing that it was a math problem. Shit, I hate math, and I especially hate it this early in the morning. With a quiet sigh, I quickly asked, "I'm sorry, what was the question again?"
This only got me an eye-roll from him as he walked away from my desk and back over to the chalkboard, pointing to the math problem on the board. "Well, if Kenny's too lazy to figure this out, would anyone else like to try?" His small eyes scanned the room, seeing if anyone was willing to figure out the problem. "Ah, Wendy, do you know?" Garrison asked, seeing that Wendy was raising her hand.
Ah, Wendy. Stan's old girlfriend, at least until he had moved away. They broke up only a few days before he left, though, not wanting to go through the suffering of handling a long-term relationship. I actually thought that she'd be taking Stan's leaving as a hard thing, but she was actually okay, still as happy as always, and still a peace-bringer… as always… damn, if she wasn't all about saving the god damned whales, I'd consider going out with her. If Kyle wasn't an option though, of course.
With a proud smile on her face, she said, "The answer is twenty, right Mr. Garrison?"
"Yes Wendy, you're right, good job."
I inwardly cringed at the word 'twenty', thinking once again of last night. I had tried to put my head back onto the desk to sleep, but that only got me a whack in the face by an eraser thrown by Garrison. This made Cartman begin to crack up, and Garrison turned towards him in anger. "Dammit Cartman, this is not funny, you children should not be trying to sleep in class! Now Kenny, I want you to repeat Wendy's answer for us, alright?"
I glared up at him, that stupid bastard. I could still hear Cartman sniggering behind me, yet Garrison didn't seem to hear it. With a roll of my eyes, I muttered, "The answer was twenty."
Cartman broke out into even more hysteria, for reasons, only him and I knew. At this, Garrison had an outrage, screaming at Cartman like it was no tomorrow. So, I guess that was okay and all… just had to get my mind off of twenty. Should be easy, right? So, I leaned back into my chair, parka still on, and inwardly jumping for joy as Cartman was sent to the guidance office for laughing. Good, that's what the bastard deserved, and much, much much more as well.
Maybe I'd spend math class plotting how to really kill Cartman.
Finally, after a long day of school (and thinking of a few ways of how to actually hurt the fatass), I was free! My initial plan was to quickly find Kyle, and maybe go home with him to do homework. Sure, I hated doing homework, but I was falling a bit behind and class and really did need to catch up. So, going home with Kyle was probably a good thing, and in no time at all I found him.
Trying to keep the grin from exploding off of my face, I walked over to him, and seeing me seemed to make him happy. "Hey Kenny, I've been meaning to talk to you… wanna come over?"
"Yeah, sure thing," I said, smile slightly turning into a frown. Needed to talk to me? Why so? Did he… no, no, he couldn't have figured out what happened last night. He's smart, but not that smart. "What's up, did something happen?"
"No, no, it's just… well…" It was funny, seeing Kyle at a loss for words like this. Usually he was always the one who knew what to say… and now he seemed like he was lost. "I think I'm breaking up with Bebe."
At this, I stopped in my tracks, looking up to Kyle with a look of shock on my face. "You're breaking up!? Why, you two seemed as though you were getting back together!" Truthfully, I was jumping inwardly for joy at this. Kyle was breaking up with Bebe?! It seemed as though there really was a God now, and he was finally accepting my wishes!
But of course, I couldn't tell him that. So, I just let him continue: "Yeah, I mean… I dunno, I feel as though something's not right… we shouldn't just be on and off, right? I should just end it now before one of us gets hurt."
I nodded, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Well, if you think it's the right thing to do, then go for it." Kyle looked back at me with a nod, and he smiled.
"I suppose so, thanks Kenny. Hey, wanna go out and buy something for us? To celebrate my 'break-up'?"
I nodded once again, taking the hand off of his shoulder and smiling. "Yeah, that sounds good to me."
He grinned, but first he had reached his hand into his pocket to take out something… ah, his wallet. Lucky guy, to actually have one. Probably checking how much he had, right? But then, the grin on his face was wiped off, and a frown appeared on that beautiful face of his. "Shit!" he yelled, rummaging through his wallet. "I lost my twenty!" …Well this is ironic, isn't it? Before I could think about that anymore, he sighed, and smiled at me instead (being very un-Jewish at that). "You know, I guess it's fine. I mean… it's only twenty bucks, I could get more at home. Let's just go back to my house instead, sound good?"
I was silent. Only twenty bucks. I don't know why, but something about that sentence really did bother me. Here I was last night, being a god damned whore to get the twenty, and here Kyle is not complaining!? How DARE he?! So with only a glare in his direction, I turned around and stomped off, obviously leaving him confused.
I ran out into the street, not daring to look back. I kept hearing Kyle call out my name, but I didn't turn. "Kenny, get back here please! I'm sorry, for whatever I did! Just tell me what I said!"
Ugh, he'd never understand, would he? I mean, of course I wanted to tell him, but… no, he'd hate me for it. "Kenny, come back!"
Ignore it.
"Kenny!"
Ignore it.
"Kenny, I don't know what I did, but please come back!"
Ignore it.
"KENNY!"
"WHAT!?" I yelled, turning around to face Kyle with an angry look on my face. He was starting to really piss me off, but before I could even ask, I realized that something was… wrong. His face wasn't of concern, but of fear instead. He wasn't even looking at me, only a bit to the side. I whipped my head around to see, and then saw why he was so scared.
A truck. A giant one too, heading straight for me. Guess I didn't get of the street, right? The truck didn't show any signs of slowing down, only continuing on its regular pace. Straight at me.
"Oh shi—" I couldn't even finish my sentence before it hit me, and then my world turned to black. Again.
